Admitting the truth isn't the hardest part, Yongguk knows. It's what comes after.

Baekhyun doesn't mean to watch him so much. But he can't help it. He really wants to know who he is.

There's a moment as the car spins out of his control when he wonders if he'll see Baekhyun's smile again. The thought gutters out and vanishes in a hail of shattered glass.

All the short stories and story scraps I have lying around, basically. Most are from Tumblr prompts.

The only things left on the kitchen table are a key, an empty envelope, and a note.

Jiyong finds a place where he fits, and ends up with more than he ever expected.